As a teenager in late 90’s- I was so confused about life. Every bad thing that happened to me then, was taken to the court of God (my hypothetical Place of ultimate justice), where I cried and complained and wished why don’t you kill me. Now standing at the fag end of the year 2021 some odd 20 years later- I am praying and am gratified for each day that I survive. If someone happens to ask me what is the most precious thing that I have today – that would be MY GOD DAMN LIFE. So you must be wandering what made me a gratified one over the complaining one. The answer is – while fighting all the odd battles of life, is when I realized that- each battle I won or loss actually helped me to acquire the taste for life the taste for never giving up on life. I remember post my graduation and first break up- I thought my life was doomed and I had to carry the baggage of life throughout. That moment I met random people, heard their stories (a quality I think I am blessed with - people...
Discover and rediscover the positivity in life from the broken scenes on life. All I write is about the simple journey in life and how to never loose hope. Reality is tough but why shall you not try my friend! :) Life is not simple life is not beautiful but lets make an small effort to beautify it everyday. Each action on earth has a reason- I am finding mine everyday. You my friend might find yours while talking a stroll in the garden of my poems of life. Hakuna Matata.